Calling Me Home
Do to me what I do to you
Enjoy your time though you're not here
Act although nothing is wrong
Tell me I'm lifeless and hopeless
Hope for another chance
In the afterlife I will be waiting
So that we may dance
Live the life you were shown
If it is empty than so be it
Further then you may think your grave calls you home
Even if you cannot hear it calling your name
With it's eerie creepy whisper
I can hear it crying your name in a cuddling whimper
The calls I hear are here to take you where you belong
Home is where you keep your soul forever feeling warm
Only I can hear it for it's my voice that cals
Unfortunately the time draws near so why do you delay
There is plenty of room down here so find a spot today
Bring some beer invite a friend so they too enjoy their end
Relax and embrace the surrounding heat
Enjoy what little you have for there is no defeat
And very soon you will see there is room for more
There is room for millions so come see the tour
Hell is where the heat is, plenty to go around
I know it may be a bit too hot but this is where you belong
No matter if you like it or not
Go ahead and answer my call unbury a grave, invite not one, but all
Copyright © Raven Tones | Year Posted 2017
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